Pietro Polendina Novels & Stories

But the damage had been done, and unknown to me, the man I wrote about was worse than I thought and he neither forgives, nor does he forget. Pietro Eppolito is the devil that has tormented our city for the longest. He is a beast, a demon, even. Ruthless, merciless, bloody, monstrous. He kills for a living and he has turned our city into his den and my father, the Mayor of Queensland, his puppet. Writing a journal about Pietro’s evil in Queensland was a wrong decision I made. I thought I was doing the right thing for my father, not until he informed me that a marriage to Pietro was the only way to take back everything I said and clear his image.

Demetrio’s pov His name was Danilo Bianchi, the older brother of Penelope’s late husband, aged sixty-one, a retired construction worker, a husband and father of three, grandfather of four. His relationship with his late brother was nonexistent. He’d basiCellie ignored the existence of the younger Bianchi and his family until he died.

I ruminated and tried remembering where I had seen that face before. “Hi, Maria,” he smirked. I narrowed my eyes. I just remembered it was Romero, the guy who met me at the mall some months back to help him out with the ingredients and how to make Ribollita. “This is my Brother, Pietro. The second son of the Vincenzos” Dante whiffed from behind. “Brother!” Dante hugged him. “Thank you for the Intro, Brother,” He smirked. I was lost. From a random Romero to Pietro, a made man and possibly one of the deadliest in Sicily? I surely was missing something and I knew it was something huge…

I said, turning my laptop off “we have a lot to do this afternoon” *********************************** “Dante, you know that my respect for your family is endless, but these plans are not ones that would work. If anything, we might lose more than we would ever gain” Mikhail Baryshnikov said, looking at me. This man in specific was one of the oldest investors and partners of the family. He was also one of the men who encouraged Giovanni into dropping his family to build a bigger empire.

She was Ben's almost twin sister. “Montana,” she said, too brightly. “You’ve lost weight.” “I’ve been grieving your brother,” I replied. She didn’t flinch. “He’s been buried now. Time moves forward, and you should too.” Behind her came her husband, Marco. He didn’t speak. He never did. Just stood with his arms folded, as if he were waiting for someone to be dragged out. Then the patriarch himself. Vittorio Rossi. Slower now, but still looming. In a navy suit and the same diamond pin he wore at our wedding. He didn’t offer condolences. Didn’t even pretend.

he said and while she looked at him curiously, he retrieved a similar ring he had given her to wear before- Silver with dots of sparkling blue. "This is a replacement." he said. "It's a special order. And it's very expensive. You cannot find this in any store because it's special. Look closely." She saw the engraving of the letters POD. She stared at him wondering what the letters meant. "D for Donovan." he explained. "P. O for point one. When you wear it, you wear my mark. Do not lose it again. Understand?" "Yes." "Considering the trouble you're in, I don't think that answer was for me, do you?"

The snow fell lightly outside the windows of the war chamber, coating the black stone balcony in a fine shimmer of frost. The fire crackled behind Valerian as he stood with one hand resting on the edge of the long stone table, a scroll half-unfurled in front of him. The emblem of the Morello pack marked the parchment in dark crimson ink, bold and unapologetic. Alexandro had agreed to the neutral meeting, but the contents of the letter didn’t sit right with him.

An elderly but good looking man greeted as he walked over to us. "Good evening Mr. Hudson and happy birthday," Philip replied with a smile. Undoubtedly the celebrant. "Thank you, son, I'm assuming this beautiful young lady beside you is your wife." I smiled at him, "Happy birthday Sir, I'm Giordana Forbes, Philip's wife." He accepted my outstretched hand. "Babe I'd like you to meet Mr. Denver Hudson my mentor and business partner, Mr. Hudson like she said, this is Giordana Forbes, my beautiful wife."

I didn’t want to say no to her if she wanted to train, but what I would give if it were anyone but Danni. “Will you three be joining us today?” Richie calls out, “We have an odd number if someone would like to team up with Derek?” Derek is in his mid 30’s and has a mate and two kids. He has been with the unit since he was 18, and his son is just a year younger than Danni. He’s not a bad bloke, a little hot-headed at times, but he’s a good bloke to have on the squad. He was nearly the same height and build as me, but I was stronger, given the Alpha blood running through my veins.

“But before I give you the dusts, I want to know the name of your friend.” “His name is Finrod, your Majesty.” “Finrod? The elf Prince of Skeifaiah?” Ellaine kept quiet. How can she answer if she didn’t know it herself? Finrod refused her presence in the first place while Margarette.. Well, she always promised to tell her everything yet.. Never mind. “Very well, my child, I’ll give you what you need for the elf Prince. Lenriad can’t afford to let a great warrior like him to die in such a way.”